Purple‪,‬

Purple, chronicles Abhirami’s poetry from the age of 11 to the age of 17. It examines a lot of things, but predominantly love, which is the only thing that grows in a person without shifting shape. Purple, is a baggage. It dives into an individual’s mind across a couple of years, not attempting to objectively ascribe growth or change, but merely to feel with the author, as all kind of reading is a selfless attempt to empathize. Poems written at the age of 11 have been scattered along with those written at the age of 17, because the second didn’t come without the first and both voices are equally valid.
Abhirami is a high school senior trying desperately to grow out of herself. She wears words like overgrown sweaters, writes impulsively in lowercase and eats a lot of bread. But if she is not doing any of these things, you can find her watching quiet, art restoration videos in her room. or reading- she enjoys memoirs and flowy, descriptive language. In life, she wants to make quick money off a desk job till it becomes a bore and then run away into the woods, live like a recluse, and hopefully, write poetry for a living. life to her, like it was for Murakami before her, is a constant struggle between coincidence and possibility.